Toddler – R.W.

Do you remember me?
With your big blue eyes
And scruffy tufts of hair
Bigger now than last I saw you
At only a few weeks old
Now you’ve caught curiosity
And take it with you every where you go
Do you remember me?
I held you when you were small
Cradled you in my arms
And told you how much I’d love you
Do you remember me?
That person who didn’t stick around
When they really should have

As A Friend – R.W.

As a friend
You say
As a friend
I count you close
Never too far away
Not out of grasp
Of my finger tips
Nor passing in the nights
Just like silent sailing ships
As a friend
Your opinion matters
As a friend
You pick up the pieces
When I find myself in tatters
As a friend
I say
Atleast today
You’ve not been there
When it matters

Bank Holiday – R.W.

My thoughts on the way into work
On the last day of the Bank Holiday
Flits between how good this ones been
Problem free
And how nice it must be
To be one of those
Only entitled to 25 days holiday
As you’re garunteed to have every one off
My 40 something hours
In the last 4 days alone
Mean this week
I’ve worked a full time job twice
Across the 7 days
Not once sitting out in the sun
Or brunching,  prosseco in hand
Here’s to those that don’t rest
Over the Bank Holidays
Celebrated by everyone else
Heres to those who keep us running
Sacrificing time for themselves

Today – R.W.

Today today today
A rest after
A week
Not a week by your measure
But a week by mine
9 days work
Two back to back
Days off at polar ends
Of a spectrum
Of manual labour
Today is today
Is the day to get stuff done
Wash my hair
Shave my legs
Today is a plant watering
Fish tank cleaning
Basic maintenance
Bumble about the house day
Today is today

Sympathy – R.W.

I’m trying out sympathy
Empathy even
Not my strong suit when it comes to you
Always ready to great me
With words drawn like swords
Cutting twice as deep as silver ever could
This time I try to listen
Attempt to understand
What can have gone so wrong
At your ripe age
That crawling back to where you came from
Becomes the only plan

Differences – R.W.

I dont get it
Or maybe I do
The words that I write
As I read them back
Touch my soul in all sorts of ways
Evoking emotions
I’d forgotten
Yet when I present them
For others to feel too
An offering to the ether
I get blank stares back
An ocean of separation
The great abys
Between what I write
And what I read 

Hiking 2 – R.W.

Out on the mountainside
Exposed to the elements
As the wind whips the sweat from my skin
Leaving it chapped dry and salty
I remind myself
Despite the burning in my muscles
As they make moves they’re not used to
This is what I signed up for
A break from my normal routine
A little bit of hard work
For a reward unachievable
Through a different route
The endorphins from the exercise
Coupled with the views from the peak
Well worth the climb up
And the blisters on the descent

Anxiety – R.W.

Choked up
A big ball
Made of nothing
And everything
Air and spit
And anxiety
And dread
I can feel the shape
Filling the gap
Between the back of my mouth
And my throat
Solid and slimy
Perfectly round
With its own veins pumping blood
Sustaining the life
Of this imagined anomaly
The physical representation
Of the worry inside my brain

Nightmare – R.W.

Hold the air
Arms engulf
Feel it there
A cuddle in the night
Comfort of another
When no other is there
You’ll grow out of nightmares
But when
I’m already twenty three
Tightening my snakes grip
My pillow is my saviour now
A friend in the night
Filled with air